As my touch travels through your tender frame
And my hands caress your gentle form
Each stroke of my fingers ignites a flame
Lust gets awoken as a brewing storm
I burn through you like a thousand suns
Hypnotic parting lips of aching wants
A quickened breath that through you runs
My burning presence, water comes by chance
A flowing river that brings chaotic Seth
A storm that comes, she sits and dwells
To lay here with Ra, bodies blessed
On her knees to worship, her spirit quells
Her hands bound, to be set free
Her eyes blindfolded for her to see
As her heart beats, she is reborn
As a storm that’s broken by the Sun
